
was born to be a star.
The daughter of former Blue Peter presenter Janet could have enjoyed a lengthy career working with sticky-back plastic and washing-up liquid bottles - thankfully she came to her senses.
Comparisons to Chrissie Hynde are unavoidable. Indeed, if you close your eyes and listen to snippets from the likes of I Know Enough (I Don't Get Enough), you'd swear The Pretenders had become contenders again.
But that's not to say

is a second-rate clone struggling to find her own identity, far from it.
The famous mum thing may have generated extra interest in the band, but they have always had more than enough talent to make it on their own. Now they're about to reap the rewards.
This eponymous debut is crammed with a bevy of bubbling pop songs, none better than the wonderfully-titled A Pessimist Is Never Disappointed, with its bulging bassline and hints of Toni Basil's Mickey.
The equally imaginative Mr Doasyouwouldbedoneby, sees

dealing with a subject familiar to the whole of womankind: "I love him, though he drinks like it's going out of fashion, but it never will," while in Keep In Touch (which has echoes of Sam Brown), she's "a keeper of cages, a slave to your wages".
The album sleeve gives another indication of

's influences - one they're happy to talk about. The six members (five boys and a girl) are clad in black and stuck on a white background - shades of Blondie's Parallel Lines.
"It's a pop star's responsibility to be glamorous,"

once said, and so she is. Round one to

- and not a Blue Peter badge in sight.